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Silvano smiled, one of the few times that he had smiled since the attack on the Dreamers. He had an apple in his hand, juggling it back and forth between his appendages. Heritage was in his home and this was where the beautiful sorrel colt would stay. He was over six months old now and he was growing by the day, it seemed. Soon he would be a yearling, big enough to start training more fully. And hopefully by a year and a half the youth could start riding him for brief lapses of time to train his back for the weight. Silvano was already half in love with the colt, but it was hard not to be. Heritage was a sweetheart and he seemed to adore company. He was a sweet young horse and Silvano knew the two of them could become close as could be. And that was all Silvano really wanted.
Entering the stable, the young man did not scent the woman present, nor did he hear her excited cries at his colt. He merely called out, excited, "I brought something nice for you, Heritage." Rounding a corner in the stable, he saw the pale woman standing there with the creature on her shoulder. Freezing, apple lodged in his hand, he looked nothing but surprised. She was even in front of his horse's stall. It was awkward. He knew she had read his note. His face was feeling warm as he felt himself function without his mind's consent.
He took a knife that was laying on the table and sliced the thick apple into slices. He focused on the apple, making the cuts perfect as he felt his heart hammering in his chest. "S-so how are you?" he said weakly, trying not to let his voice falter in his throat. Fighting his nerves, the Sadira turned for the stall. He saw her standing there, and felt his heart hammer more. But the moment he saw Heritage in the corner of his eye, Silvano turned to him. The grin on his face was genuine. But so was the roar in his ears from his pounding blood. Lowering a hand into the stall with a slice, he held his palm open. Heritage licked his fingers lightly before snatching up the apple and eying the other slices with his large brown eyes.
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